baron wormser | portrait of the artist

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Poetry Dispatch No. 52 | February 2, 2006

Working online on POETRY DISPATCH and NOTES FROM THE UNDERGROUND, both of them ‘blogs’ of a sort, yet somewhat different (to me) than Blei’s Blog, which appears only on my website , I’m always amazed at the response (or silence) the work generates.

Some pieces I expect to hear from at least a dozen or more recipients (and hear almost nothing), others I expect to hear nothing, and the first response hits immediately, followed by reactions every hour, and for days to come.

Regarding responses (about the only ‘payoff’ in this kind of communication), I do thank those of you who occasionally (in some cases, religiously) take the time to pen a word, line, paragraph, essay. You alone make it all worthwhile, though I can certainly understand those who have neither the time or inclination to respond. There are a good number of recipients, in fact, from whom I have never heard one word. And that’s okay too.

The Baron Wormser poem, “January,” which I posted the day before yesterday was a poem I sensed would hit the mark with any number of readers,–and so it did. (I’m still hearing from readers.) It’s the kind of poem you would like to have in your pocket when you come across someone who says he doesn’t know what poetry is, and you can hand him “January,” and says: “Here. “

Given the father and son theme in “January,” not to mention the subject of cars, I heard from more men concerning this poem (twenty some, and still counting). than women.

The following response, by my friend (Chicago radio and TV celeb Marty Robinson…a mean reader and tough critic in his own right) is my favorite. Kind of a poem in itself. Following it, another Baron Wormser poem: “Portrait of the Artist.” Enjoy. Norbert Blei

Norb,

This poem brought back memories. I had names for all my cars — girl’s names. And on cold Winter mornings I knew (most of the time) how to love them into starting. Pull the choke out about half-way. Tap the accelerator about four times. Five might flood the carburetor. Than turn the key, press the starter button and listen VERY CAREFULLY to the sound of the engine turning over. At exactly the right moment, when the engine fired, release the starter, praise the car by name and depress the accelerator a tad. After about a minute, push the choke in slowly and gently race the engine. Then ease off and let her warm up for a few minutes. You might liken this to foreplay.

Today with fuel injection, just turn the key and it fires up. A great improvement, but it sure takes the romance out of the relation between a man and his car. Or maybe a woman and her car — with a boy’s name. Best, Marty

Portrait of the Artist by Baron Wormser

I woke in the bitter, dark, winter morning.
I was eight.

There were the smells of the cat who slept
In my room on a braided rug, of eggs being fried

In the kitchen down the hall, of flannel pajamas,
Of the apartment’s mahogany air.

There was dressing and then there was school.
I had hands but lacked the capable motions.

I staggered and stuttered, unkempt as a mongrel.
I dreaded putting on the one light in my little room,

A table lamp shaped like an old, New York City skyscraper.
Light was so nasty.

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